Rise of the blood elves

Outside the dilapidated hut, in the howling cold wind, two groups of well-equipped militants gathered on the street.

Their attention was firmly attracted by the movements in the dilapidated hut. They occasionally looked at each other with fearful eyes. They seemed to be wary of each other. Their good hands were placed on their waists, which allowed them to draw weapons as quickly as possible. posture.

"It seems that we didn't cover it up tightly enough," Moulton, who had a scar on his face, looked at the thin nobleman next to him with disdain, "but you, the Green family, still want to get involved with the princess."

The thin nobleman stared straight ahead and said calmly: "Molton, watch your words. Your master can't cover the sky with one hand, so it is not difficult to get a piece of information that is not secret from him. And the Green family's How can loyalty be understood by a nouveau riche like you?"

The entourage behind him burst into chuckles.

Moulton's words clearly hit a painful spot, and his face turned green and red. He moved uncomfortably, and there was a harsh scratching sound at the joints of the armor.

"You have really taught me, a nouveau riche, what hypocrisy is. Don't be too happy too early. If the information is wrong, our trip will be in vain."

"Hmph, I advise you to worry about whether the news will leak out. If our Green family can come, how can other families turn a blind eye?"

As the two exchanged words, the door of the dilapidated hut opened.

They immediately put down their guard against each other, calmed down their expressions, and looked at the blood elves who walked out of the room at leisure.

"There are quite a few people."

Thinking this way, Angmar looked around, his eyes glancing behind the two leading figures who were trying to look past him towards the room.

He roughly counted the number of people and found that it was similar to what he had originally sensed. There were about forty or fifty in total, but most of them were at the ordinary level of strength and did not pose any threat to him.

One of the two leaders has a scar on his face that adds a bit of ferocity. He is very strong and wears well-maintained shiny full-body armor. He carries a heavy two-handed sword on his back. Ordinary people cannot afford such equipment. He is the strongest one present, at least at the level of a mid-level elite. The other is a thin man. He is dressed in luxurious robes and stands elegantly, like a noble.

Following the weak magic fluctuations that were difficult to conceal, Angmar also found several mages in their team, none of them were very strong.Hidden in the shadow of the building where the moonlight could not reach was the stalker who had followed Caliya earlier.

On a dark and windy night, what are these guys here to do? The answer is obvious.

"The Green family and the Golden Shield family are here to welcome Her Royal Highness the Princess back to the country. Could you please inform the blood elf sir."

The thin noble bowed slightly and spoke loudly.The scar-faced man looked at him in surprise when he heard this, and immediately reacted and agreed: "Yes, we are here to pick up the princess."

Angmar sneered in his heart and turned sideways to let Caliya come out.

The skinny noble suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, and his lips kept trembling, as if he was about to cry with joy. He burst into tears and said: "The princess is really you. When I received the news earlier, I didn't dare I believe it turns out that Lordaeron is saved."

Not to be outdone, the scar-faced man stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Calia, saying, "Your Highness, you..."

"You have been wronged. The Golden Shield family has sent a family mage. We can set off and return now."

Caliya looked completely different from when she was in the room before, her behavior was full of the aloofness of a princess.She calmly looked at the "loyalist" kneeling in front of her, and calmly refused: "The Green family and the Golden Shield family are interested. But I don't want to go back yet."

The two of them were stunned and raised their heads.

"After the news spread, the remnants of Lordaeron were all ecstatic and looked forward to your return. Only you can inspire us in such a dark moment. Please come back with us, Lordaeron needs you."

"Yeah Ambermere isn't safe."

The two of them sang and harmonized, and everything they said made sense.However, the scar-faced strong man was not good at words and could not say anything good, so he had to echo the thin nobleman one after another.

Caliya took two steps back without leaving a trace, "Why are you two so impatient? I will return in a while, so I won't worry about it anymore. Please go back first."

The two of them found that Calia had retreated behind the blood elves. They both sighed helplessly after hearing this. None of them were fools. How could they not see that Calia was aware of their plot?

The thin nobleman shook his head and said: "In this case, your Royal Highness, don't blame us for being disrespectful. If those families hadn't gotten involved, we might have been patient enough to coax you. But now we don't have time to accompany you."

Before he finished speaking, the scarred man suddenly jumped up and rushed to catch Princess Caliya.At this moment, a dark figure jumped out from behind the emaciated nobleman, arriving first and at the same time as him.

Angmar took action.

A cold light suddenly lit up.

Then there was a loud sound of gold and iron clashing, and sparks flew everywhere.

"thump."

The body of "Black Shadow" slowly fell to its knees, and its head rolled far away, until it reached the feet of the thin nobleman whose face was twitching.

The scar-faced man staggered back several steps, staring at Angmar with dumbfounded eyes, and then at the two-handed sword in his hand. A large gap was cut out on the blade, and a thin layer exuded the coldness of the forest. Ice is spreading from the gap to the sword body.

If he hadn't reacted quickly before and pulled out his weapon in time to parry the opponent's attack, he would have died.

"Your princess is not going anywhere." Angmar held the rune sword and stood in front of Princess Calia.

After the Holy Tree revived, he never had the chance to carefully experience the corresponding changes that would take place in his body.With all his strength, the sword that had been prepared for a long time was able to directly knock back an intermediate elite warrior. Although the opponent had no time to accumulate strength in the hasty confrontation, it also showed that the energy of the Holy Tree in his body was far stronger than before.

Unfortunately, if his sword skills were not too poor, that sword might not be able to kill both the strong man and the black shadow.

Angmar had previously thought that they had brought a large group of thugs here to guard against each other, but now it seemed that he had underestimated the temptation of the only heir to the throne.

"Blood Elf, this matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way," the scarred man said coldly, "Do you think you can stop all of us by yourself?"

"Kill him first. We will talk about the ownership of the princess later. Several other families may arrive at any time, and we can't delay it any longer." The thin noble urged, waving his hands and ordering his subordinates who had drawn their weapons to confront another group of people. Angmar approaches.

Angmar suddenly realized that it was no wonder he was in such a hurry. It turned out that there were competitors behind him.He shook off the blood on his rune sword and didn't care about the approaching humans. "You only care about your competitors and don't think about the enemies in this town."

"Just some militiamen"

The scar-faced strong man danced his sword twice, making a sound of "嘤嘤" breaking through the air. His body sank as he was about to launch an attack.

As if in response to the scarred man's disdain, dense footsteps sounded in the distance, and groups of law breakers poured out from the end of the street and from the gaps in the buildings, launching a charge here.

"What?" The scarred man was shocked, "How could it be?"

"What are you still doing? Open the portal Morton quickly and kill the blood elf. We'll leave immediately," the thin noble shouted loudly.

The mages of both sides immediately acted according to the order, and the scar-faced man no longer hesitated and joined his men to besiege Angmar.

Their wish was doomed to fail. Angmar calculated mentally and unintentionally, and cast Ice Nova, which was almost equivalent to instantaneous. With the blessing of the essence of the holy tree, the spell strength increased exponentially, making this spell that was originally focused on control, all around him. More than a dozen people were frozen in the ice.The ice is not thick, but these weak people cannot break it.

Before the scarred man could escape with brute strength, the rune sword penetrated the ice and stabbed into his heart.Before he died, the scarred man Moulton still had a look of confusion on his face, as if he was puzzled by Angmar's continuous display of powerful strength and powerful skills.It's a pity that he didn't get a chance to figure it out.

None of the remaining people were enemies of the Spell Breaker. The Spell Breaker was as unstoppable as a red torrent. With just one encounter, the human beings were killed and their formations were thrown into chaos. They surrendered one after another.The mages trained by the nobles are even more useless. They have not even reached the elite level. Their spell casting skills are so poor that they cannot weave spells in front of dozens or hundreds of spell breakers. Trying to open the portal It was countered many times, and some people even fell into coma due to the strong mental disturbance during the casting process.

"Lord Angmar." The battle was over, the surrenderers were all tied tightly, and Captain Lias threw the thin noble in front of Angmar.

"Very good, you arrived just in time." Angmar nodded.

"We'll be here as soon as we hear from you."

There were corpses lying on the ground at his feet. Angmar looked at Caliya, who was a little pale but still calm, and asked: "Are you ready to communicate with this noble gentleman?"

The result was as expected. Before Calia could ask any questions, the thin noble had already done all the tricks.It turns out that the Golden Shield family intercepted the news of Calia's return and wanted to send someone to contact Calia immediately, but the matter was discovered by several other families.

The Golden Shield family had to order him to bring the family's armed forces to guard against possible "competitors".Moreover, he had already made up his mind to use force to solve the problem and bring back Princess Calia if the situation just happened.

After listening to this, Caliya remained silent for a long time, and finally murmured: "I didn't expect them to be like this."

"To be decisive or to have no scruples," Angmar said, "Princess Calia, being weak is the biggest original sin. Your identity is worth their risk. All they want is your people, and there are too many ways to firmly control you. It's undoubtedly unwise to find someone to use mind control magic on a princess who lives in the spotlight like you, but I know that there is an alchemical poison that is not easy to detect and has no antidote. As long as you take it once, you must take it every few seconds. Take the same dose of poison every day, otherwise you will definitely die from the poison. The scary thing is that the main drug is extremely compatible. As long as you make a slight change in the preparation, you can create a formula that belongs only to the person who prepared it. Even a brilliant master alchemist cannot deduce it backwards."

Caliya was completely silent.

Angmar took the straw pulp paper in her hand, with the names of some trustworthy nobles written on it, including Grand Marshal Garithos, who had saved the remnants of Lordaeron not long ago. There was also a "complete" mark on the back. trust".

He found Quel'sas and others, gave them the task of testing and contacting these nobles, and asked them to contact him as soon as they had any news.He also told a few people that if Linde and Darius learn about the battle here, if they ask about the reason, they can just tell the truth.After doing this he opened the portal to Quel'Thalas.

Seeing that Angmar was leaving just a few days later, Quinsas couldn't help but ask: "Lord Angmar, you..."

"My mission is her, and now the mission is completed." Angmar pointed at Calia.

The blood elf troops here, after cooperating with Darius and his people to withdraw into the Hillsbrad Hills, will go to Dalaran to join the coalition of nations. A senior officer from the military will be in charge of the command. It's not Angmar's business, it's something outside his scope of authority.

"Princess Calia, I suggest you follow me to Quel'Thalas. It won't be too late to come back and seek refuge with my people after you find a noble noble you can trust."

Angmar stood in front of the portal and turned to Calia.

She stared at the tied up armed entourage of the Golden Shield Family and the Green Family, took a deep breath, nodded slightly, and followed Angmar into the portal.

The portal slowly closed, and tears soon filled the eyes of the freckled Orosalia.

Quinsas said bitterly: "You are also homesick. We seem to have been in this hellish place for many days."

"No. She wore my favorite robe."